I have ten trillion licking dog gold

I need to use the restroom.

From entering the restroom to exiting, it only took half a minute, but who knew that someone had already fallen asleep.

Seeing him completely covered by the blanket, motionless, Fang Qing paused for a moment, then walked back to her own bed, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV.

"Clap."

The lights were turned off.

Only the bedside lamp strip remained, emitting a dim, hazy light.

"Screw rustle..."

Listening to the noises outside the blanket, Jiang Chen, who could not possibly be asleep, deliberately waited for a while until there was no sound before slowly pulling down the blanket and sticking his head, and most importantly, his nose, out.

It was so stuffy under the covers.

I peeked over at Qinggege's side. She was still lying diagonally, making the blankets undulate in curves, but now her back was to me. The towel on her head was gone, and her jet-black hair fell naturally onto the pure white pillow.

The key is.

The robe she was wearing was now draped at the foot of the bed.

You shouldn't sleep with your head covered by a blanket.

same.

You also can't wear a bathrobe.

What normal person sleeps in a bathrobe?

Jiang Chen suddenly looked at himself.

He is certainly not an outlier.

He also felt uncomfortable sleeping in pajamas, but only as a gentleman because there were two people in the room.

But now that Princess Qing is asleep, there's no need to make things difficult for yourself anymore, right?

Ever since.

A rustling sound also came from this side.

The same bathrobe was taken out from under the covers and placed on one side of the bed.

That feels good now.

Jiang Chen was definitely not a pervert. A gentleman is cautious even when alone, and it is at times like these that one should maintain high moral character. He did not peep at Qing Gege while she was sleeping. He turned his head, looked at the ceiling, and closed his eyes again in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

I don’t know how long it took.

In my daze, I heard a sound.

"Close the window."

Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

Princess Qing remained lying on her side with her back to him, seemingly never moving. He remembered that she wasn't so still when she slept as a child.

Then look out the window.

It was pitch black outside, with only the curtains swaying.

It was indeed a bit cold, and the hotel blankets were rather thin.

But since he sleeps on the outside, wouldn't it be more convenient for the person on the inside to get up and close the window?

The blanket was pulled back, and Mr. Jiang, who had been woken up, got up.

Sometimes, it's not about who has the better option.

I don't know why anyone would be so blind as to punch him. Boss Jiang has always been quite gentlemanly.

"hiss--"

It's getting colder.

Without even bothering to put on slippers, Jiang Chen ran barefoot to the window, closed it, and then rushed back. Just as he climbed into bed, he heard something else.

"Get me a bottle of water."

Jiang Chen stopped before he could even get into bed.

Who told her to be Princess Qing?

He had no choice but to get out of bed again, walk quickly to the TV cabinet, and pick up a free bottle of mineral water.

"Give."

Fang Qing, who was sleeping facing the window, turned around, opened her sleepy eyes, stretched her arm out from under the covers, and was about to get water, but her fingers stopped when they were only one centimeter away from the water bottle.

"Take it."

Jiang Chen missed the warmth of his bed and handed the water bottle forward.

Fang Qing then took the water bottle, sat up, and unscrewed it.

At this moment, Jiang Chen couldn't wait to turn around and jump onto his bed. His figure was quite... agile, with the demeanor of a diving athlete.

"Nice figure, and those abs are pretty sexy."

Jiang Chen, who had just wrapped himself in the blanket and lay down, was stunned.

……

Get up violently.

I forgot I wasn't wearing a bathrobe.

No wonder I felt chilly earlier.

But men, if they're seen, they can't exactly throw a tantrum.

Jiang Chen, who was being teased while having to close the window and bring water, turned his head away.

Under the dim light, Fang Qing drank water, her shadow stretched long and slanted across the wall.

"You're quite sexy too."

One, two, three, freeze!

This time it was Fang Qing's turn to freeze, the mineral water bottle in her hand stopping at her lips.

Jiang Chen forgot that she was only wearing underwear. She was in the same situation. Although she instinctively held onto the blanket for warmth, her sitting posture while drinking water still inevitably exposed her soft shoulders.

Ok.

And on the shoulders.

Elegant purple shoulder straps.

If it were an ordinary girl, she would probably have already started screaming at this moment and then attacked Jiang Chen with heavy punches without knowing what was going on. But Princess Qing was different from others.

There was no anger, nor any shyness.

He started drinking water again, acting as if nothing had happened.

Women are just as capable as men!

Is it really sexy?

She stared at the TV wall in front of her and even asked a question in return.

Jiang Chen regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. He really had a loose tongue. But what's done is done, and being asked this question at this moment put him in a dilemma.

Pretending to be asleep is definitely not an option.

Unless there is a sudden fainting spell.

"Truth or lie?"

He said, feigning composure.

"What do you think?"

"So sexy."

Jiang Chen gave a positive and heartfelt evaluation.

He once thought that the genders of people who grew up together could be blurred and there was no need to distinguish between men and women, but reality told him that he was very wrong.

From Tie Jun's pre-wedding party, that cold, rainy night with the icy rain lashing his face, he knew how arrogant he had been.

Upon hearing the "praise," Fang Qing reacted in a very feminine way, smiling silently. Perhaps due to the lighting and atmosphere, she exuded a captivating charm.

"You really like purple."

She started drinking water again.

It turns out that some women can bewitch men and shoot them in the heart with just a bra strap.

Jiang Chen shifted his body and leaned against the headboard.

"Purple possesses a contradictory charm, rich in layers, noble yet mysterious, attracting people to explore its inner mysteries."

"I'm asking you if you like it."

Fang Qing wasn't buying it.

Jiang Chen, who had been talking big but was actually giving irrelevant answers, shut up and said, "It's alright."

"What do you mean by 'it's alright'? Does it mean you're very philanthropic? You like all colors?"

Fang Qing turned her head away, still not covering her shoulders or lying back down, whether she felt it was too pretentious or was simply being generous to an old friend.

Jiang Chen subconsciously thought about it for a moment.

Don't even say it.

White, black, red, skin tone, even leopard print...

Each has its own charm.

The human brain is amazing.

Sometimes, like AI, it's beyond our control.

For example, right now, the color of Fang Qing's shoulder strap kept changing in Jiang Chen's eyes.

It seems like every single one is very...

Have you had a physical exam recently?

Jiang Chen suddenly said that if you don't want to get caught, you have to shift your focus. No matter how outrageous you are, as long as you can make it work.

Fang Qing, as expected, fell for it and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"You go to the toilet before bed and feel thirsty at night, which sounds like a symptom of diabetes."

"..."

What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air.

How can a person be so "humorous"?

Mr. Jiang is truly a man of great learning and talent; he is not only knowledgeable in law but also skilled in medicine.

"cough--"

Fang Qing choked, her lips moved, but she still couldn't bear it.

"call."

The mineral water spun and flew in.

You're the one with diabetes!

Human memory is an amazing ability.

Things from one or two decades ago are still vivid in one's mind, but what happened ten days or half a month ago may be completely forgotten.

Has Fang Qing never had a physical examination?
In Shacheng, on that cold yet scorching rainy night, the next day, Qinggege suffered from acute gastroenteritis and had her blood drawn at the hospital.

He still accompanied her despite the rain.

If it were diabetes, it would have been detected long ago.

Furthermore.

Which medical manual says that drinking water in the middle of the night means you have diabetes? Even online medical AI wouldn't dare to make such a claim; it would only say that frequent nighttime awakenings with severe thirst are a sign of diabetes.

Why is it said that a half-baked academic with insufficient knowledge can be deadly?

Because he doesn't understand anything at all, yet he pretends to, spouting nonsense and making alarmist claims, if he were actually practicing medicine at a hospital, Mr. Jiang would probably be stabbed.

Getting hit by a water bottle is entirely his own fault.

The problem is that this person is not only hateful, but also agile. The hidden weapon that Fang Qing threw did not hit him, but was caught firmly by him.

"Wow—"

But it doesn't matter.

This is not a single hidden weapon, but a series of attacks.

The mineral water bottle without a cap was jolted open by the two forces, causing three-quarters of the water inside to burst out of the bottle, spilling onto the bed and spraying Jiang Chen's face.

The chilly air made it feel even more unpleasant.

"Haha~"

Fang Qing burst into laughter, gloating.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, wiped his face, and held the mineral water bottle that still had a third of water left. He stared silently at Qingmei, his eyes flashing with ill intent.

Fang Qing glared at him, "You dare!"

Ok.

I really don't dare.

Jiang Chen avoided eye contact first, placed the mineral water bottle on the bedside table, grabbed his bathrobe, got up, went to the bathroom, and used a towel to wipe the water off his face and hair.

"GuluGulu——"

After drying himself off and returning, he picked up the remaining bottle of mineral water from the TV cabinet, still wrapped in his bathrobe.

Do you also have diabetes?

Fang Qing used the same tactics against him.

Jiang Chen was speechless; he had only himself to blame.

Closing the windows wasn't enough; the temperature was still a bit low. After finishing his water, Jiang Chen turned on the air conditioner.

"what time is it?"

"do not know."

As the others put on their bathrobes, Fang Qing also lay down a bit, pulling the blanket up to cover her shoulders.

Relationships between people are reciprocal.

If you don't trust me, why should I trust you?

Regardless of the time, you can tell from the sky outside that it's definitely not dawn yet. Normally, the nanny would close the windows and serve tea and water while still half asleep, and she could lie down and continue to sleep, but now things are really messed up.

It's not a matter of whether I'm conscious or not; the key issue is that the bed got wet.

If it were daylight, I could go out for breakfast, but it's clearly still a long way from dawn.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"what?"

Fang Qing, leaning against the headboard, was puzzled.

She was comfortable, but someone else could only watch helplessly as their bed became dirty, reminding them, "My bed is wet."

Fang Qing glanced at it sideways, then looked away.

"Deserved it."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, holding a bottle of mineral water, and asked while drinking, "How am I supposed to sleep?"

"Didn't you turn on the air conditioner? It'll dry out while you're sleeping."

What absurd words! It's hard to imagine that such remarks could come out of the mouth of a legal professional.

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, and suggested in a friendly manner, "Let's change beds."

"Why?"

Fang Qing answered without hesitation.

"Didn't you say you'd do it while you were asleep?"

"The wet area isn't large, you can just avoid it. Or cover it with a bath towel."

"The blanket was wet too."

Fang Qing's lips moved slightly.

"...Find a way yourself."

He just said that, then turned over, maintaining his side-lying position facing the window, and went to sleep on his own.

Human nature has many shortcomings.

One of them is that people are not worried about scarcity but about inequality.

It's not that you can't endure hardship yourself.

But others cannot enjoy the benefits either.

If you couldn't see them, that would be one thing, but being separated by a narrow passageway, enduring the dampness while the other person is sound asleep, is truly unbearable.
"Gulu gulu..."

Jiang Chen downed half of the mineral water in one gulp, staring at the towering figure with a back view that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and gripped the water bottle tightly, as if he had made up his mind.

"Boom."

Just as Fang Qing was about to fall asleep again, she felt a sudden weight on the bed, then the blanket was pulled, a cool breeze rushed in, and then some unknown object crawled into her bed.

Fang Qing stopped.

In an instant.

For the first time ever, I didn't know what to do.

Over the years, she has always maintained the upper hand in her "war" with the other party.

"Don't move, it shouldn't be dawn for long."

I can accept borrowing a blanket.

Why even make a sound?
That's incredibly stupid!
Even if someone wanted to pretend to be asleep, they wouldn't have a chance.

"Do you believe I'll call the police?"

Fang Qing didn't move, her back was turned, but her tone was sharp and incisive.

"It's your right to do what you want. When the police arrive, I will tell them the truth."

What kind of bullshit is this?

Fang Qing suddenly rolled over, then froze.

When she turned around, she wasn't met with a familiar face, but rather a pair of stinky feet!

What a pity.

She almost burst out laughing in that situation.

"Go down!"

This was even more intolerable.

She kicked someone and then discovered that the person was not only sleeping there, but also hadn't taken off their bathrobe, seemingly genuinely just wanting to share a bed.

How does it feel.

They're quite polite, aren't they?
Whether it was because it was too late and she was sleep-deprived, or because of the sheer absurdity of the situation, Fang Qing felt dizzy, like the water bottle that had just been thrown away, with all sorts of thoughts swirling around in a jumbled mess.

Princess Qing is indeed a very powerful woman, not only in terms of her thoughts and spirit, but also in terms of her social status. There are not many people who can hold their heads high in front of her.

But lying next to her now was an even more powerful man.

This strength, well, here it specifically refers to physical strength.

No matter how the bare leg kicked, Jiang Chen remained unmoved, sleeping upright like a dead man lying still.

He must have been at his last gasp at this point.

"Aren't you going down?"

Fang Qing grabbed the blanket and sat up, looking at the head at the foot of the bed.

They closed their eyes and remained silent, determined to play dead.

It's not that Princess Qing is heartless; they may be close, but as a woman, can she just tacitly agree to a man and woman sleeping in the same bed?
Borrowing half a blanket is fine, but you should at least give me an explanation, right?

"I called my dad!"

There are no gods in this world, so the mother was created.

The same reason.

When faced with truly unsolvable problems, people often trust their fathers more than the police.

Although he knew that the other party was 98% bluffing, Jiang Chen didn't dare to gamble, after all, she was Fang Qing.

In all those years of arduous struggle, whenever he thought he had the upper hand over his opponent, their behavior always surprised him, and he truly developed a psychological trauma.

He opened his eyes, which he had been pretending to be asleep, straightened his neck, and revealed large eye sockets, truly resembling a resurrected zombie from a 1990s zombie movie—quite frightening.

"If you call Uncle Fang, we'll both be dead!"

"Anyway, you'll be the first to die."

Fang Qing made a move to reach for her phone.

In reality, relationships between men and women are often a test of endurance. Whoever can persevere to the end may be the winner. However, some contestants do not care about winning or losing.

Jiang Chen, who had been sitting upright, sat up and lunged at him.

The zombie is about to bite!

Fang Qing didn't even know where she had put her phone. She fumbled around for a while, but Jiang Chen, who had moved from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed, beat her to it.

"I'm just sleeping, I won't touch you anyway."

He held the other person's phone high, his expression more solemn and dignified than when he took the oath to join the Party—no, he hadn't joined the Party yet—than when he took the oath to join the Youth League.

I'll just sleep with you, I won't touch you.

Doesn't that sound a bit like something pornographic?
However, there is no doubt that Comrade Jiang Chen's words came from the bottom of his heart. His deliberate choice to wear a bathrobe and sleep at the foot of the bed is enough to prove his nobility.

But sometimes, just because you open your heart doesn't mean others will believe you.

If someone sneaks into someone's bed in the dead of night and claims they're just going to sleep, there's only one reason a girl would believe them.

That girl was the one with ulterior motives.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

Jiang Chen frowned, a strong sense of frustration washing over him.

Yes.

He knew his words sounded ridiculous and that no woman would believe them.

But she is Princess Qing.

Why would I doubt him?
"Give me the phone."

Fang Qing opened her palm, not grabbing it. Even in this situation, she maintained an outrageous rationality, knowing that there would be no benefit in a head-on confrontation with a man in bed.

Jiang Chen definitely wouldn't return it; instead, he turned off her phone and threw it onto his bed.

"We can divide the Chu River and Han border."

What does it mean to retain a childlike heart?

The Chu River and Han Border have both arrived.

Fang Qing said expressionlessly, "Do you think this is child's play?"

Jiang Chen felt a little embarrassed. Well, it seemed like he had been a bit too frivolous, but he didn't show it and remained calm and sincere.

"You've seen Zhang Zhongquan's current situation."

Fang Qing frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"If you call Uncle Fang at this time, it might scare him so much that he gets high blood pressure."

"..."

It started again.

Is high blood pressure caused by fear?
Zhang Zhongquan's current condition is due to pre-existing high blood pressure, which was exacerbated by subsequent stress.
Fang Qing stared at him, remaining silent.

Jiang Chen met his gaze.

“Even if Uncle Fang is alright, he definitely won’t let us see each other again. You have to understand a father’s perspective.”

Fang Qing remained silent, but she didn't insist on getting her phone back.

"If you really don't want to, I'll go sleep there."

All right.

As expected, the self-inflicted injury plot unfolded.

"Bring the blanket over here."

Jiang Chen, who seemed about to leave the room, stopped, then got out of bed and hurriedly grabbed his blanket.

indeed.

The water stains on the bed sheet were very large.

So what is this called?
Dry and wet separation.

Isn't that the very reason why standard rooms exist?

Mr. Jiang was quick and efficient, and he quickly spread out the quilt. He didn't dare to take up half of the bed, but rather took up a small portion of it, about two-fifths.

Ok.

It’s that rigorous.

Each person sleeps under their own blanket; that's the proper Chu-Han boundary, even if it's still a stretch.

But what can be done?

Follow the authority in urgent matters.

After so many years of friendship, we can't just stand by and do nothing.

"Good night."

Mr. Jiang wisely lay down quickly, obediently sleeping at the foot of his bed, and even took off his bathrobe.

There's no need to go through the trouble of having two blankets between us.

"Ch..."

The blanket was kicked again.

Jiang Chen was puzzled, so he could only straighten his neck again.

"Your feet smell bad."

"..."

Do your feet smell?

Honestly, this was the first time Jiang Chen had ever heard such a comment in his life. It wasn't like he hadn't showered before going to bed.

and.

He was wrapped up tightly, like a rice dumpling, and not even his feet were showing.

"Should I go wash up again?"

Fang Qing didn't say anything.

Jiang Chen struggled to sit up. Because he was wrapped up so tightly, it was difficult for him to even get up, which showed his gentlemanly manners and his efforts to give the other person as much sense of security as possible.

"Forget it, it'll be dawn by the time we finish this."

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, Fang Qing's head was slightly lowered, and her face was not clearly visible.

Jiang Chen understood.

Regardless of whether your feet smell or not, it's definitely impolite to have your feet facing someone else.

But then again, wasn't Fang Qing's foot also pointing at him?
of course.

Men and women should not be compared.

This behavior from a man is rude and presumptuous, but when a woman does it, it's a complete blessing.

"hiss--"

The taste doesn't matter; many perverts will secretly create an epic lung-like experience.

Mr. Jiang was very busy tonight. Under Qingmei's unspoken hints, he got out of bed again and moved to the head of the bed.

He took nearly ten seconds to cover a distance of just one or two steps, giving Qingmei ample opportunity to reconsider.

But Fang Qing is not a fickle person.

Even though Jiang Chen was only wearing his underwear, neither of them felt awkward at all.

That's it.

When we first started dating, we would blush even if we just held hands, but after a while, we wouldn't even close the door when we went to the bathroom.

After changing direction, Jiang Chen crawled back into bed and moved from the foot of the bed to the head.

Although I don't know the current time, I'm afraid dawn is not far away.

Jiang Chen slowly lay down, and Fang Qing also lay down.

Neither of them closed their eyes, both staring at the ceiling in the same way.

What do you think of the weather tomorrow?

in fact.

It's not necessary to speak.

The atmosphere of silence speaking louder than words is also very moving.

Needless to say.

This night, which is about to end, will be recorded in their memoirs and become an indelible chapter.

You mean today, right?

Fang Qing actually did answer, but it was equally pointless.

It's safe to say we're not on the same wavelength; it's impossible for us to share a bed.

"Hmm, it would be great if the weather was bad tomorrow, then I could sleep in."

Do you need to go to work?

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "No, but I always feel guilty about sleeping in for no reason."

Fang Qing was quiet for a while.

"What many people pursue in their lives may be a day when they are not woken up by an alarm clock."

"I'm going to sleep. When you wake up, go do whatever you need to do and don't wake me."

After saying that, Fang Qing closed her eyes.

...What do you mean by "just do what you're supposed to do and don't call her"?
Jiang Chen blinked, his eyelashes fluttering almost like a woman's, and suddenly couldn't fall asleep again. (End of Chapter)